I had met Kevin once before over a beer in Glasgow. Certainly a likable gentleman. That night my mother a warden for old folk in Kegworth phoned me in tears. She had heard a plane crash. I was a member of BALPA AIG and then an F/O with Orion in my final month before moving on. I grabbed my jacket and headed to the airport. Orion Ops told me it was a BMI B737. The police let me through their roadblock as I had an ID stating my role with BALPA. I guess I was on the scene about 15 minutes after the accident. I walked down the right-hand side of the aircraft, found the nose gear in the centre of the motorway and then worked my way up the left-hand side. I ended up working at door 1L for probably the next three hours helping get the remaining survivors off. More importantly, I watched Kevin being slowly cut out and removed from the flight deck. Not a night I shall forget.